37 posts tagged “sex”

The dishes are done, there are brownies cooling on the stove and in the dining room is a bag fill of home crafted Valentine goodies waiting to be distributed to the kids in little T's class.

What the fuck is going on?

I was talking to my sister about kid/adult/relationship/mom stuff today.  Sometimes my sister really amazes/surprises me.  She actually made chocolate lollipops for her kids class.  Who the fuck makes chocolate lolipops?!?!  We both have the mentality that we want to send the kids to school with the coolest treats because our mom never did shit like that when we were in school.  Ever.  Not that my mom isn't a good lady.  She is and I love her dearly but she was never the Betty Crocker type mom.

It's been awhile and I'm a bit late but we're due for the latest edition of "A year ago today I..."  Actually it wasn't a year ago, it was a year from last Thursday.  It was my first date with the Terrorist.  I went over to his house, he made dinner, we ate, drank mulled wine and watched a movie.  I was kinda nervous.  I recall sitting outside of his house and calling Lesley. 

Holy shit, I've been fucking one person for over a year.  Yeah, I totally put out on the first date and if memory serves me correctly, which I know it does, I made the first move.  Made out with him in the kitchen... it was hot! It still is too. 

Speaking of sex... this weekend was an awesome weekend.  For MANY reasons, one of them is the awesome sex that was had.  Saturday night we watched some Star Trek then went to bed.  It was one of those nights when I was laying there thinking... "I'd love to have my hands all over him, or his hands all over me... mmmm... yeah, that sounds delicious"  But somewhere between thinking it and acting on it, I completely passed out.  I woke up to my hip being tugged on in a way that can only mean one thing.  Awesome way to wake up.  Fucking amazing sex too, I fear the neighbor might have heard us.  (Which I'm not really that worried about because we hear him play his crap music all the time.)  The best part...  after all was said and done and we were all cuddled up and ready to drift off in a post coitial slumber... IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!!

I think I'm going to go attack those brownies and watch some Dexter or Star Trek.

Yesterday was good, and aside from a lecture from my dad including things such as... Me going back to school and Me writing to him more it was a fight free holiday.  (Those are rare for me.)

The T and I woke up WAY too early, got coffee started, then woke Little T up.  He got a boat load of stuff, including (but not limited to... a new computer, some clothes, transformers and books.)  The Terrorist got me an awesome locket and I got him a shower curtain.  We finished doing the gift thing, I made breakfast then The T had to leave for work.  Shortly after Little T left for the grandparents house.

That's when the really Christmas joy began. 
No, I'm totally lying. 
I didn't really do much of anything exciting. 
Talked to family/friends, watched some LOST, had some "Megan Time" (meaning I shaved, plucked, exfoliated & showered... not the other kind of "Megan Time") 

Changed our shower curtain.
We had this one...

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Anyway... this is our new shower curtain... (a Christmas Gift from me to the T)

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Remember, my boyfriend is a total and complete geek.  (I'm not a bad gift giver... he's just a geek :-)  Though I will miss my Ducky shower curtain I have to admit there are some pretty cool things about this new shower curtain, like the fact that I can go pee and learn things.  Like last night, as I was crawling back into bed after a post coital pee, I got all cuddled up to the T and asked him about Curium.  Curium is one of the Elements that are at the bottom of the chart (in white)  from what I remember from Chemistry, they're the more recently discovered elements.  The names of them are quite often obviously named after things, such as Berkelium, Californium, Einsteinium.  I couldn't figure out what Curium was named after,  all I could think of was the spice and I had a feeling that wasn't the case.  So, the Terrorist enlightened me.  Curium is named after Madame Curie who is (from what I've skimmed over on Wikipedia) a pretty cool chick.
Plus the shower curtain allows a LOT more light into the bathroom from the little Tiny window above the shower

That was pretty much the gist of my day. 
Oh yeah...

I made an AWESOME Christmas dinner.  (Well actually I think the word used was "excellent" but... same diff.)  It wasn't anything extremely extravagant (ham, mashed potatoes, veggies & garlic bread) but I made it myself and retained my title of "Good Cook."

I remember when Chris and I were together, on a few different occasions we'd be cooking stuff together and he'd make some comment how he was teaching me to cook so I could cook for my future husband, or something to that effect.  It would fucking piss me off when he made these comments.  Now, 2-3 years down the road, I can't help but giggle because he was basically right, granted the semantics are a bit off, but the basic idea is correct.

Little T goes to his grandparents this weekend.  I don't have to work at all this weekend.  Well, the coffee shop tried to call me in, which was tempting for half a second because I lost so many hours at the beginning of this week, but Little T isn't going to be home and the T and I have a lot of sex to catch up on.  Me going into work tonight would delay that and that's just not cool with me.

Now, I need to go make the kid lunch.  Well, that is, if he ever gets out of the shower and tells me what he wants for lunch.

Christmas is out of the way, now the countdown begins...

11 days until my birthday!!

:-)

I'm a bit bored.

Yeah, sure, there's a million things I could be doing.  I COULD do the rest of the dishes, or clean up the house or go get Little T's laundry up from the basement, or I could even take a shower and start getting ready for work.  But I don't really want to do any of those things,  and I'm starting to get sick so I think I should just sit on my Tush and not do nothin'.  (Including using proper grammar.)

Over the past few months I've taken various pictures on my camera phone, some with the intent to blog about, some just because I saw something cool/funny that I wanted to remember and some... I have no fucking idea why I took them.  Today, I loaded them all up onto Vox and I'm going to have a show and tell. 

Exciting, huh?

...A bit of a warning... you might want to get comfy, 'cause there's a lot of 'em.

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Me, with freakishly curly and reddish hair.  (In the Terrorist's bathroom)

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Lesley's blood on one of the couch cushions to the Terrorist's couch.  (A couch which I strongly dislike... but we wont get into that.)  Lesley called me one night when I was hanging out with the T and told me she sliced her finger open but she thought she'd be fine and she was going to go out drinking.  (Smart, huh?  Thin out your blood when you have an open wound.)  Anyway, we talked her into stopping by his place so he could play doctor, the couch was unfortunately just an innocent bystander that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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Lesley and I laying on the benches at Ikea, waiting for her couch.  Fuck, I loved that couch.  It was a little on the soft side but it was so big and cozy and wonderful.

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A picture of one of the first cloves of garlic to ever enter my woman-ness (sorry I've been reading romance novels lately)  I believe the keys are there for scale.  I haven't had those key chains in ages.  That was taken a LONG time ago.

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I really don't know why this picture was taken.  I believe it was to convince Chris to come hang out with us.  I don't think it worked.

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These two were taken the morning of Adian's 6th birthday.  (I think it was 6th.)  We had breakfast and then went swimming at the local-ish community center.  It was a lot of fun.  Miss those two terribly.

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Something bit me.  A lot.  I don't know what the fuck it was but I woke up with this yucky, itchy rash one morning and it took like two weeks for it to go away.  I found some creepy bug type thing in my room a few days after and was convinced that that was it but I never got around to googling it to find out what the fuck the bug was and if it cause itchy rashes or not.

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This picture sucks.  And as stated in the last post I'm lazy and don't feel like fucking with the levels on it to make it clearer.  What it is... two bottles of NightTrain a bit bottle and a little bottle.  The T got the big one, I got the little one, we proceeded to drink them all then had my first drunken sex experience.  I'm sure there was more to it then that, but those are the key points... And I remember the sex well, it was some good lovin'.

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My friend Kathrine uses the handle "SexHead" for all her online adventures so I decided to show her that she's not the only one who suffers (is it really suffering though?) from Sexhead.

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Back around April or May the T and his roommates had a BBQ.  It was to celebrate the birthday of one of their friends/roommates who had passed away a few months prior.  The T invited me and I did my best to "forget" about it because I'm not good with strangers especially since I wasn't sure where he and I stood regarding relationship stuff and I knew there would probably be a lot of his female friends there many of whom he'd boned at some point in the past.  Anyway, he wouldn't let me forget and Lesley wasn't home so I couldn't get her opinion on how I looked to I took a picture and sent it to Kathrine for her opinion.  This was the picture I sent.

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It's a cervix made out of soap!!
 

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This flower was at the gate to our front yard.  I'm sure it's dead now but when I took this picture it was still doing well even though it was REALLY freakin cold outside. 

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It's a mouse cheese grater!!!   How cool is that?!?!?!

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Apparently you can buy vibrators at Freddie's now.  I love the fact that they write "Personal Massager" on it and have a picture of a chick on the cover.  They could at least try to be a bit more discreet.  Any-who, it's good to know that if my "personal massager" breaks I don't have to go far to get another one.

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At work we've been having a lot of waste at the end of the night so we've started discounting certain items to $1 after 8pm.  When I got to work after my weekend this is the sign that the 19 year old supervisor created to inform our customers about our deal.  It says  "All Pastries on the top shelf are just $1 today.  (Smiley Face)  Awesome people love pasties."  I was the first one to notice the typo.  We decided to leave the sign up until someone commented on it and it took about a month or so.

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I got this awesome dip recipe from my sister a few years ago.  The shit is like crack.  You can't stop.  You know you've had enough and you don't really want anymore but you just can't stop eating it.  After I made it the other day I wanted to try a little sample of it because it had been a year or so since I last had it.  My little sample turned into 1/3 of the plate.  Oops.

Ps.  If you're interested... Take a warm block of cream cheese, blend it with half a bottle of Hickory Smoke BBQ sauce, dice up an onion, a green pepper and a tomato, put the blended stuff down first, layer the other things on it and top with shredded cheese.  It's delicious.  Or just really addicting. 








Okay I think that's it for picture time.  I need to go smoke a cigg and make the kid some lunch then get ready for work even though I really don't want to go because I don't feel good and it's cold and it's going to be busy as all fuck.

The Terrorist didn't have to work yesterday. 
He took the day off so he could bring Little T to a counselor appointment and since he didn't know how long it was going to take he took the whole day.  The appointment was done by 11a and the kid was at school by 11.30a.  Which meant we had the next 4 hours to play!  Woohoo!

What'd we do?

We went to Ikea!
This is a HUGE fucking deal!  The Terrorist HATES Ikea.  Can't stand it.  I LOVE Ikea.  So when he suggested we go to Ikea I was slightly elated.  He's looking for a wooden box to build a computer in and while searching online he happened to find one at Ikea that could possibly work.  We've since found out that it doesn't work but that's not the point.  The point is that I got the Terrorist to go to Ikea!  Awesome.

After that we went to Home Depot. 
I'm not a girly girl.  Never have been and though for awhile it really bothered me, now I'm totally cool with it and I kind of have fun picking on the girly girls at work who can't handle getting their hands dirty.  I've always loved Home Depot.  There are all kinds of gadgets and gizmo's and it's just cool.  The T and are are wandering around looking for stuff he needs to build computers in wooden boxes.  I was basically there just to tag along but since I love Home Depot I was completely content.  We get an associate to help us find something and as Mr. Depot is showing us where the Plexiglas (or whatever) is, I get distracted by shiny stuff and fall behind them by about 15 or 20 feet.  I happen to look up towards them just as a lady home depot associate is passing by them.  She TOTALLY checked the T out.  My immediate thoughts... "Back off Bitch, He's mine!"   Then I laughed at myself.  Partially because I totally wanted to run up to him and start making out with him in front of her and partially because I realized how foolish I was being.  Here I thought I've grown so much in the past few years and I'm getting over my major jealousy issues but yet I got all stupid about some random chick noticing that my boyfriend is a hotty.

By that point I was starved, so we stopped at McDonald's, came home, gorged then had some afternoon sex.  Afternoon sex is awesome.  We haven't had afternoon sex since the days when we were both unemployed and didn't do much aside from sitting around all day and have sex.  Though I can't say I'm a huge fan of afternoon sex immediately following a McDonald's gorge fest... Something about Mickey D's just makes me feel anything but sexy.  Beggars can't be choosers though.

I had some pretty good sex the other night.

Though I fear that this good sex might have introduced some yucky stuff to my cooch because it's fucking pissed.  Whether it's from this one sexual encounter or if it's been building up since I've been having regular sex again I'm not sure but holy mother of god my va-jay-jay itches.* 

It's not like this is a new thing, I've had the broken va-jay-jay before but it's been awhile and I forgot what it is like.  Actually I don't think it's been this bad before.  I want to take one of the bottle brushes we have (I'm at work) and shove it up my cooch in an attempt to relieve some of the itchiness.  I don't think that's very hygienic though... for me or anyone who may use said bottle brush in the future. 

I'll survive.  I've been using the garlic and hopefully that'll help.  I'm going to give it to Monday or Tuesday and if the level of itchy doesn't go down I'm gonna go to the clinic.  Until then I'll be the one in the corner trying to ever so subtlety move my hips around hoping to ease the discomfort.

* It itches from the "broken va-jay-jay" (bacterial vaginosis) not some random unknown itchy thing.

I attempted this last night but I kept falling asleep so I'm going to do it again today.

Loves:

-Lazy Cuddly mornings in bed.
-The perfect cuppa coffee.
-Being Productive

Loathes:

- The fact that my body hurts from sexing but I didn't DO anything.  Actually I don't really mind it that much, it's like a 
  little reminder of the events that took place last night.
- Being in debt.
- My severe lack of motivation today (most days).

I never figured out a budget.  That's bad.  I need one.  I will do it though.  I just have to get the motivation to actually look at that shit.  It's time to grow the fuck up and face the fact that I'm an adult and I have bills to pay and whatnot.  I did, however, pound out a letter to my dad and ideally after I finish this post I'm going to go "face the day" which will include making sure it's in the mail (before the post dude gets here.)

The people who live on the far end of my building (The By-The-Way's) have a baby .  He's about 8 months old or so, cute fucking kid.  Supper adorable.  Anyway, Mrs. By-The-Way is a stay at home mom.  She seems like a nice enough lady but whenever I see her she looks completely haggard!  I feel kind of bad for her.  I never want to experience that.  Granted I know nothing of the specifics of her situation.  She could have chronic fatigue syndrome... there could be a billion reasons why she looks so wrecked all the time but I think it's probably that she's stuck in the house all day with the kid.  Don't get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with stay at home parents, if that's what you wanna do, cool.  I just don't think I could do it. 

I'm such a noise neighbor.  Mrs. & Baby By The Way just left (which is what prompted the last paragraph) they just got home.  Must have gone to Freddy's.  Now they're sitting in the car so I can't tell if they went to Freddy's or not. 

Fuck, I need a hobby.

Okay time to go be productive.

Loves:

- Sex that leaves your legs wobbly 30+ minutes later.  (Rawkin'!)
- Sleeping (every night) next to the one who makes your legs wobbly.

... I was going to to a loves/loathes thing but after getting the first two "loves" out... I find that I keep falling asleep at the keyboard.  So I'm going to go to bed with the intention of finishing this later but really I doubt it'll happen.

Nite nite, kids.

Dinner went well. 
Little T and I made Shepard's Pie. 
I have never seen a kid eat so much freakin' food.  Then, first thing this morning after I got here he comes out and asks me if there is any more and can he have it for lunch.  (Actually he wanted just a "little, little, tiny piece" for breakfast too.)  I think he liked it.

I sort of made my "semi-reasonable" bed time.  After the kid went to be the T and I were discussing all the things we can't discuss in front of him.  At some point we got on the topic of how the apartment is going to be set up.  He started throwing out suggestions but because I'm such a visual person I have a hard time imagining things without seeing them.  His response to this...  "I have something to help with that"  or something like that.  He jumped up went to the computer, I sat on the couch wondering what the hell he was doing for a few minutes then more or less passed out until I woke up to him playing with my feet. 
What was he doing?
Making a layout of my apartment via the Sims.
Hilarious!
After I got over my amusement at the situation I realize it was actually a pretty good idea.  We didn't really decide anything except that the cable comes in the living room in a really awful spot.
I left here a little bit after midnight, got home, showered and was in bed by 1a.  Later than I wanted but not that bad, add that to the fact that I didn't have to be here until 8a... I feel much better.  Still tired, but feeling much better!

I miss bed sex. 
Never thought I'd say that.
Though I totally enjoy the shower sex and living-room blow-jobs, I miss the non-rushed sex that comes behind closed, locked, bedroom doors.
That's gonna be some good sexin' when it happens.

Today I need to...
- Come up with something to do with a handful of strawberries.
- Send out a few resumes.
- Call my landlord, discuss plans.
- Make sure Little T is at home at 3.30p
- Decide if I'm gonna go get a drink with Miss. Kelly and what to wear when I decide that I have to go.
- Burn cd for Nate.

I guess if the first one was really all inclusive then there wouldn't be a need for a second one but... well... I'm not perfect.  Give me a fucking break.  Jesus.

Sleep over at my house tonight.  Woot Woot! 
I like sleep overs.  Not just because I get laid, actually I think I could survive without the sex tonight, I miss the sleeping together part.  (Who the fuck am I kidding?  I'm GETTING LAID!!!  Woohoo!  And I'm pretty sure I'm done my period!!!) 

This coffee sucks.  I stopped at 7 Virtues on my way up to the T's house to get some coffee and it tastes... like ass.  At least I remembered the name this time.  I've gotten this stuff before but I couldn't remember the name of it so I didn't know to avoid it.

Getting back on track...

• Tidy up my room at Lesley's room.
• Return w4's to work.
• Get gas.
  
• Make cd of photo's for Nate.  (He responded to a photo I sent him... baby steps)
• Go to post-office - Pray ipod is there - Rock out accordingly when it is.
• Make Zucchini Cake with Little T.
• Play cribbage with Little T.
• Enjoy adult time with the T.
• Pay Lane Bryant, At&t, Mah.
• Order more checks.
• Get Oregon License.
  

Jesus, I just got lost on the DMV website.  That thing is intense.
There's more todo but I'm not gonna do it all so who really cares if I actually list it out?

This whole "boyfriend' thing is hitting me completely differently than I thought it would.  Due to the fact that the T and I were basically a couple in pretty much every way except for title I figured nothing would really change after adding a label.  And though nothing really has changed (in 24 hours since having the conversation) I've been really giddy today.  In a way that I'm almost embarrassed to admit.  I think I told my coworkers about 20 times that I have a boyfriend. 

I was at work today, ringing up an order and I got the wooglies* while thinking about the shower sex that was had last night.  I haven't had wooglies in FOREVER.  Since I was last in a relationship.  I've actually kind of wondered about that over the years because I've had some amazing sex over the years and then when thinking about it... it's always a nice thought but no involuntary reactions.  Then, today, out of the blue... BAM (in a strictly non Emeril fashion) the wooglies hit.  Why?  Because we've labeled ourselves?  That sounds silly.  Whatever it is... the wooglies gotta keep up because they totally fucking rock!!

And now I need to go find music and jump in the shower because I have 20 minutes to take my weekly long-ass shower... which I've skipped two weeks in a row.  (I need to shave like a mutha fuckah.)

Oh yeah... it TOTALLY amazes me that my coworker, the 19 year old supervisor, has no period related crap that comes with her period..  She and I started on the same day (yesterday) and she's got no crazy mood swings or cramps or anything.  All last week I fucking hated everyone, yesterday I was convinced everyone hated me AND I'm more or less convinced that my uterus is going to fall out at some point because of the insanely bad cramps I've had today.  I hate her.  (Kidding.)

*What I mean by wooglies is when thinking about a sexual encounter you re-live a certain moment of it, whether it be a kiss, a touch, a look whatever and it transports you for a second back to that encounter.  You get that fluttery tummy/goose bumpy feeling.  It fucking rocks.